DISCLAIMER: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Emma or Killian, nor any of the other Once characters. Just a simple fan whose obsession drove her to write fanfiction.

"Oh! Hello, Regina. How are you doing?" Emma asked. Killian and Emma were eating breakfast at Granny's one morning when Regina walked in and stopped by.

"About the same as you, apparently" Regina joked, rubbing her stomach and looking at the food. "Those pancakes look absolutely delicious, I need to go order some for myself."

"I'm so lucky Killian only pretends to like them, because I've been craving them all morning and don't know if I can stop myself after just two." Emma smiled. "How's the pregnancy going for you?"

"Really well. I haven't had any of those negative symptoms that all mothers claim to have. Sometimes, while I read the books or go to classes, I think they're just pretending. What about you?"

Emma nodded and gave a deceitful smile. "Same… Did you find out what you're having?"

Regina looked to her left and right before leaning down. "Please don't tell anyone, but Robin and I found out a couple weeks ago we're having a little girl."

"You're having a girl?" Emma's voice cracked at the end, but no one noticed except Killian. He turned to face his wife, giving her a knowing look, but it only made Emma smile harder.

"Yes. Robin is ecstatic about it. Every time we go to the store, he stops in the baby section and meanders through the pink onesies. It's actually really sweet. What about you?"

When Emma didn't respond right away, Killian cut in. "A boy."

"Oh! Another little prince in this town!" Regina smiled. Her eyes cut down to Emma's plate before speaking again. "Well, I don't think I can wait on those pancakes anymore, and I need to get to the office, anyway. Could Henry stay at your house tonight? Robin is already painting the baby's nursery, and I don't want the paint fumes to overwhelm either of the boys."

"Aye. We're always happy to have the lad at our house." Killian nodded. "Have a nice day, Madam Mayor."

"You, too." She replied, turning towards the counter and walking away.

Emma pushed her plate away slightly, looking down at her hands. A few minutes later, they heard the jingle, and Killian turned towards his wife. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Emma pouted.

"You were so happy five minutes ago, and now you look like you're about to cry. Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."

"They're called mood swings, Killian. You should know that by now." Emma crossed her arms above her baby bump.

"I've seen your mood swings, Love, and this isn't one of them," Killian pointed out, taking a bite of his eggs. "You're genuinely upset about something."

Emma sighed. "Her pregnancy is going so much better than mine – both of mine."

"What do you mean? Is there something wrong with the baby?" Killian was suddenly concerned, hopping out of his seat and sliding beside Emma.

Emma waved her hand. "Everything is fine. It's just…" she looked at Killian and took a deep breath. "Her pregnant stomach is so much cuter than mine."

"Huh?" Killian looked stunned.

"I've ballooned out. Also, she said her pregnancy has had no side effects, and I still wake up some mornings sick, and have mood swings, and have cravings, and basically every stereotype of a pregnant lady."

"You haven't ballooned out. And I think you look even better than she," Killian kissed her cheek. "And is having pregnancy symptoms really a bad thing? It just means your body is growing our baby."

"And did you hear her comment on another little prince?"

Killian's eyes widened. "Please tell me you're not still upset by our son?"

"I'm not, and I never was. I'm looking forward to him," Emma said, looking down at her food. "It just reminds me that everyone has had boys recently, and our son is just being added to the pack."

"She didn't mean anything by it other than she's happy that we're having a little boy. Just because she's having a girl doesn't take away from the fact that we're going to have a baby, too. Besides, it means our kid is going to have friends to play with when he's older. Regina's baby is going to be the only girl. It could be hard for her in the future."

"But her baby is coming a month after ours, and our son is going to be forgotten because of her daughter." Emma started poking at her leftover pancakes before giving in to her temptation and taking a piece.

"I promise no one is going to forget about the Savior's son. Plus, let's say they do, it might even be a good thing. We'll get to spend a couple months just being with him instead of in the spotlight." He started rubbing her shoulder. "It's merely a wish that they'd leave us alone. Remember the party everyone just had to throw because we're having a kid? Think about how the town is going to want to throw a party just because our son burps or sleeps or spits up."

Emma laughed. "She just makes the whole pregnant thing look so much easier than it is…"

"I never thought I'd see the day that you were envious of the Queen."

"I'm not envious…" Emma took another bite of pancakes as Killian slid back to his side of the booth.

"Darling, that display was the exact definition of envious